The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 20, 1925, Page 12

PAGE 12 OW se TAY? THE SEATTLE STAR by Beatrice Burton © 1925 NEA SERVICE ING. THE STORY SO FAR: > You must be the mald from the |embroldery was torn out. Under G A GORDON o and \ e Y » « anghild | neath the wood was stained and mployment y i ‘ ae " . 3; 7 Z wanson asked. marked. 5 f mar / 1 1 and smiled. Glory There was a big hole burned st % a plenty ¢ . 4 iked her instantly, She hated-peo-|in the blue velvet davenport. Bi See ae Se 7 % | ple who Weren't pleasant to look at. | Hough had probably done that wit? ries. So Dick borrows MAGGIE + blue eyes and corn-colored halr wa The inlaid wood of the dil , ‘ } Together they walked up the|room tablo was covered with wt , 2 tepa of the houne rings where sticky, wet glasses b » } Tell me what you can do, been set down \ | Glory said when they were in the A curtain had been pulled fr a hall. its pole, It lay on the floor fest he] } “Lt can do any kind of house whole house was a wreck a ; | work,” Ranghild said simply, "And| “Next t I give a party i'll t | s| a has told him | rator kleas and drinks HOUGH “bawls” out BILL, her hus band, for “petting” with May, Mag uh ( kira struggled in Dick's arms. Her sc and yielding body had become a bu of steel wire “You let me alone!” she panted: “1 won't!" Dick said stubbornty “I won't, until you've told me r the fellow you had in this that day was Wayburn or "It wasn't Stan Wayburn!” Glory cried. “And you know tt! Haven't I told you a dozen times! that it was the man about the| lampshades?" | Dick freed her. | Glory saw that he believed her lie. “I'm sorry,” he sald slowly, “But I would have sworn It was Way-| . . You'll have to forgive . I'm so damnably jealous! Glory tied her head up in aj towel. She began to lather her face} with cold. cream. | “I should say you are fealous!” she agreed. “If you're going to think that every Interior decorator or Dill collector who comes to this house Is Stan Wayburn, we'd better! separate right now!” She walked into the bathroom. “My bath water's all cold now,” Glory mumbled. “I was ready to take my bath half an hour ago when- you started this ri . I suppose I'll die of pneumonia tf I bathe in this cold stuff. Then maybe you'll be sorry for the cat- and-dog life you've led me!" She closed the door. “Hey, give me a kiss before I go!" Dick called. He had put on his hat and picked up his brief case. But Glory had locked the door and turned the water on in the tub... . She pretended not to hear him. AS SOON as she was dréssed, Glory closed the door of her disordered house behind her and started out. The employment agency on Mar-/| jon st. was kept by an efficient- looking woman who sald she was sure she knew the yery housemaia for Glory. “Her name is Ranghild Swanson,” she said. “I'll call her on the Phone and send her right up to your house to see you. I'm sure| you'll ike her, Mrs. Gregory.” On the way home Glory passed | Lola Hough's shabby, rambling| house. | The twins were on the fronf walk | on their kiddie cars. The baby sat in his white buggy on the porch, watching them ride up and down. +. - Lola was probably drudging away in the house, as usual, Glory | thought to herself. “Where's your mother?” she ask- 4 suddenly of Billy, Jr. “In yee house, makin’ cookies!” said Billy, “and when dem {s made, Betty and me ts goin’ to have one.|on her fa + + + Go on tn, maybe she'll sive | “Glory, you one, too!” | pause, “I'm On a sudden impulse Glory ran} to pleces last night t up the steps. She rang the bell. “Come out in the kitchen,” Lola ‘ I'm a good, plain cook. And If a bar a washing machine I q dance or a plenio in the Glory sald to herself. “They n't | woods cert 1 doing the laundry y ruined my cute little hou | Glory conaidered, ‘Thin sounded | last night too good to be true! Bhe forgot her own part in t | And how much would you want | revelry for doing all that work?" she ete asked. mule nt “ ell rar | “Eighteen dollars a week,” Raor egor |hild's volee was firm. eo her-thru t Kighteen dollars! Reventy-five a rt @ girl Without wtepped into the hous ne J 1 all around her, The she turned her eagle eyes upor beautiful daughter-in-la hand, the torn 1 like you working ¢ Mother Greg nid rnful Where's your apron Then her voice became more gentle, | “Come in and ait down, Glory,” she said quietly. “1 want to ts you. Maggie told me abot en party you had her night. But 1 couldn't belleve all nhe sald ! is r e Z yours ‘Gloria, do you think you're starting the right way, in this marriage of yours with Dick?” sw what you mear tubbernly Hough said when she opened the aro dreadful. I do think it! jmonth! Glory wondered if Died Jeaned over and door. “I'm doing my Saturday bak Bi I'm sorry I told you about Bill} could afford t pay Ranghild that ing. . .. Smell the cookies in the | and his drinking . .. and his debts.” | much ny Oh, well, he'd much oven?” O, 1 forgot about that as n | just have to pay it! You Gloria followed her thru the clean | a# you'd said it,” Glory answered Other men petits rooms of the hot The carp s, everybody knows all about for thelr wives " hreadbare and the furnite ju red All right,” Glory Lola answer I'm his wife and no m tart work t Hse what he does, it's my Job t Ranghild 1 1 he'd Ar sp for him. And if I do I < ¢ house to. get - have the time of my life on/that, In the end, everything breakfan. That was a bles Saturdays,” out all right ng iy brisk way h ; bi ce ay e mn id ing and cleaning all ot r n y what else did way earlior in the woek So} “Se 1 Maggie say? What other tales did Saturday's my day for b peated in a surprised she carry to you?" anked Glory to mar be poor and be Bill's wife t Mother Greg eared her as she/ anything ela im ¢ th at led tt Glory stared at She sald that my son and Mra Lola meant wh d y ro were | worked abe face. Her blue} wax happy in making a home It was plain to|niza who never was In when pink spots in Lé eyes were aligh be seen that she really was “having | Was ar to § sae nape the time of her life baking | was a pu ae cookieat Sse. t 1 ¢ & woman eee A’ GLORY went up tho street to- | ¢ find Gloria said Sd Byer: ward her own house no had 4°n glans ot| hear: the ticki her al gas da girl all in rusty black just) sl er the Spanish shawl| tn the etilin you trying to kid me, arts A theia? iegeper paores i, ae I've never marketed in im: i “s and I never will so long grocer has a telephone! Lola deftly emptied a pantu' crisp, hot cookies onto a tea towel “That's because you're new to (Continued in Our Next Issue) TOWN your job of keeping house, sald. Sea nt do “After awhile you'll become ar q- i tist at planning meals and k down expens ig Gloria jumped up from her chatr. This sort of talk bored her “Jiminy, it's 3 o'clock! I must go,” she said. “I have a new maid coming. ... Maggie quit her job last night after the party.” “Wait until I take these ginger- bread boys out of the oven... and I'll go to the door with you,” Lola said. There was a troubled frown LIVERY STABLE SAY ACITY SLICKER TRIED To SELL THA AHALF INTEREST IN THE courT Hovse"' e said after a long erribly sorry for going way I did . It's not that I mind having said that I think drinking parties NEW SHOES BACK IN TH’BOX- & Olive Roberts Barton NO. 16—THE GNOME AND THE PEARLS ae | “Do you know a story about gob- Jina or elves or gnomes?” asked Nick. “They are always up to mis- chief.” Mi O’ Mi laughed and Jingled his | thief, Delis. “So they are!” he declared. “And like folk who are always do-| Shall be brought here to ing unkind things themselves, they | are the quickest to ‘complain if anything happens to them. I'll tell you the story of Tweekanose the| 4nd two brought in a magpie Gnome and how he lost his jéwel-|tWo moro brought in a blind mole, ry: “Jewelry!” cried Nancy. ‘How could a gnome have jewelry?” “Well he could—and does,” de- elared Mi O’ MI. “For one thing, as gnomes Ive under the ground they are in a falr way to find things—rubies and turquoise and emeralds and even diamonds. Every- thing except pearls, for they are | found at the bottom of the sea. “But strange as it may seem, it} was pearls that Tweekanose lost Pearl shirt studs, And he had neither found them under the ground or at the bottom of the sea, He had found them on the bureau ot a bedroom when he went to} ‘waken a baby, He was always ‘waking bables, the rascal! “Yeu, wir, there they lay like mis- Uetoo berries, gleaming soft and) white in the moonlight “The next thing you know, the had little gnome had slipped them into his trouser pocket and skipped off. “He thought more of thone pearl wtuds than he did of his left eye almost, He laid thom away in milk weed cotton in his stand drawer No one knew where he kept them Anf.he never told a, soul—not oven | Mreriiatfinger who came to do his washing, “Then one night someone got In nnd stole them! Y “When Sweekanose found that they were Kone, he let out a screech dike @ fire whistle, And that rowed \ WANT To GET all the others. Crookaboné and Snip Scissors and Limber Ear reach- ed his house first. H “We'll scatter until we find the} said Crookabone, ‘We'll go| in t&os and everybody we arrest | this very | root for trial.” Tweekanose liv- | ed under a tree root, you know. | “Well, two brought in a rabbit, | and and two more brought in a turtle. | But they couldn't get a thing on} one of them. Not a thing. | ah Wy a THAD PEPPERCORN WHO SPENT A WEEK IN THE CITY WITH HIS SON WAS GLAD To GET BACK HOME AND GET /NTO HIS OLD SHOES AGAIN stantial evidence,’ said Judge Owl taking off his glasses ‘We shall have to let the prisoners go! | | “Tweekanoso stamped and cried, but it did no good, The trial was | over, | } | “We cannot convict on circum | ‘Hee, hee, hee!" giggled a voice has they were all leaving. | eekanose looked up and he-} | held an ugly ine oad grinning at /MOM’N POP him out of Le ARETE LD.. pp ton aEaame TRS GUNN YOO OUGHT TO JOIN OUR FRIDAY AFTERNOON CLUB-" VE 620-25 _ BUT IT WOULD REALLY BE WORTH YOUR WHILE - LAST WEEK EACH MEMBER HAD TO EARN A DOLLAR: AND THEN GET UP AND TELL what I'll do, I'll shut you up,’ And he took a handful of mud and plas- 7 UO LIKE TO | tered tho poor tree-toad up in the} TEES AO Enis \F L HAD THE treo #o ho couldn't get out.” TIME MRS. TYTE THE OTHERS HOW SHE THAT'S A “Didn't he ever? asked Nancy, | /A( BOT LHAV® OMAN DID IT NOVEL LDEA- “A long time after some grubs | . ig erkalsefa tel Jate Into the tree,” sald Mi O' Mi, EARN YOURS? “and the hardened mud fell out. | There was Mister ‘Toad aa good aa ever—#till grinning | “‘Are you still there?’ shrleked | Ty 1oHe aw he spied him, ‘I won't be laughed at, T won't, I “Suddenly he stopped, There be- side the toud lay the pearl studs, “Temper never takes the place of wits, you neo," sald the Story Teller, ‘It was only by chance | that Tweekanose found his Jewelry. | He wax so ashamed that he return: | [ed them at once to thelr veal own. | or,” (To He Continued) (Copyright, 1946, 4, My Ay Berylce, Ino) “ST PN SAM" is MATS BEEN HERE TWICE WE CALLED ME COWEN BOTH TIMES HAMBURGER A104 ; NNO WHEN I GET Bi OPS GONNA ANE IN WS OFFICE A TEACH ME BUSINESS SOME DAY TM GONNA BE A BANKER Pay T OW DO Ps ISD SA. fer " BOOTS AND HER BUDDII GLONG OPAL ~I'M Goiky’ TWorK . 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